Novelas y relatos de Jafar

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”

’ he was indeed most handsome man I have seen, I mean truly not even in new York I have seen anyone like as ‘WOW’ like him, I never felt this much lost for some before my mind was busy playing tricks on me, I was focused on studying his face when my gaze transferred to his dark pink full lips which he slightly licked while staring at me “Th..Thank you sir” I said in almost shuttering voice “What is your name?” he questioned “What the hell…” my mind spoke , he had one hell of a strong and husky voice ‘Amazing Combination beauty with voice’ I said in my mind ‘Yes! Also add mafia and Killer to your combination’ my sub conscious mocked me, to me bring me back into reality “What?” I questioned hi

Four figures sat at a round table looking at each other yet not entirely seeing the other. Each one was in deep thoughts about how they got to the point where they currently were at. Hafsa looked around the room at her fellow master minds. Before her sat, Jafar, Swafan, and the third was popularly know us the mind master.

Jericho was as tall as his brother's but his body was lean and toned. Scanning the room, his eyes landed on me and lit up with interest, "You must be Daniella," Jericho smiled and it was unlike the smile I received from his two brothers. This smile looked genuine, "Nice to finally meet you. My brother over here hasn't stopped talking about you." He looked over to Ace who all but sent Jericho a death glare.

Gosh. I stepped into the second floor of this fast-food restaurant to meet this kind of alpha guy where he’s the one who always perky enough about this program. I really thought he will offer himself as the leader though. For the very first time of this meeting, I already dislike one of the members and I wonder is there any chance I dislike anyone else in the club. My eyes were catching each corner of this room, well, I don’t know his looks yet so I need to make sure I don’t greet the wrong person. My sight stopped to the guy wearing a denim jacket, he looks tubby and his eyes never leave his cellphone. “Excuse me, I’m looking for someone from group 5 of the community service program. Are yo

His smile was like the fall of a million stars on the face of earth. "Hi" he said. I gulped. His voice had that warm note that could pucker up the insides of a lady. I bowed in courtesy as he was from the royal house even if I didn't know the connection. "I'm Jafar" he said and I gasped, Jafar son of prince Maximus? "Why are you here?" He asked. "I saw the prince" He scoffed. "Obviously you will be killed?" I nodded and he sighed. "Won't you tell me your name?"

I wasn't going to be like Jake. " Tío Alejo, necesito algunos hombres que me ayuden a sacar a la niña Faryah de Los Ángeles y traerla aquí para que pueda tomar su último aliento (Uncle Alejo, I need some men to help me get the Faryah girl from Los Angeles and bring her here so she can take her last breath)" I said to Uncle Alejo as I watched him swallow down another shot of Hennessy in his study. " Por supuesto. Haz lo que quieras (Sure. Do whatever you want)" He answered and smoked his cigar and I left him alone in his study.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

-I do not know if I can believe you, after all, it was you who organized my kidnapping. He nodded impassively, without a shadow of guilt. -I do not lie young lady, I dislike keeping you here, but it's my king's orders, I'm Jafar. Serious, and also very handsome, his hair almost scraped, eyes darkly dark, would be irresistible to any woman, if there was no unbearable and arrogant king, in Bahrain. I respond, not caring if I would seem unfriendly: -Under other circumstances, I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you, Jafar, but I do not like lying.

Captain Depay laughed, “What are you saying, what would he be if not a human.” “No, look well, this is not human...” Detective Joha kept starring at the face of the unknown man. “His skin is too pale for a human in this season of the year...” “He could be experiencing hard times and being under the sun more than normal...” Captain Depay argued. He has never been a believer of fantasies and folk tales. His mantra is if he hasn’t witness it nor any other sane person, then it isn’t real nor true. “No, Captain Depay, this isn’t human...look well... this person wears exquisite cloths, did you check the cloth brand?”